A Quick Memory Of Johnny Thunders

Johnny Thunders has been dead for 17 years now. Whoa. I had the opportunity to see Thunders live in a few different bands he was in, but my most vivid memory of him was actually less musically oriented, and more humor and food oriented, sorta. Flash back to Englander's; a club/pub/bar in Hillside NJ that held shows (The Smithereens concur that their first gig was there). It was October or November sometime in the early eighties. I could not find the date searching online & am not great at retaining exact dates so far back. Fill in your own if it makes you happy. Englander's was situated on a main street, and I was parked with friends on that street somewhat down a hill from where the club was. We were early, and Thunders was notorious for playing late, if at all, so we were hanging out in the car probably smoking weed and listening to tunes. I was sitting in the front passenger seat, and lo & behold I see a person struggling with something at the top of the hill, close to where the bar was. It was an object that was fairly large - larger than a bastketball, and they were having trouble handling it - it was obvious it was heavy. There was just a sheen of ice/frost on the sidewalk, and I could see that was making it difficult for the person we now were watching -  deal with this item.

So my friends and I watched this figure, picking the object up, dropping it, pushing it around on the sidewalk, slipping backwards, then forwards, then backwards...you know, envision any Three Stooges episode complete with sound effects & you know what I'm talking about. Not a 3 Stooges fan? Try America's Funniest Home Videos. There's always someone breaking their neck on that show for laughs. Anyway, it was amusing and really engrossing. We were stoned, remember. Wooooohow. Slowly, they get down the sidewak and are within a car length of myself & my buddies. I realize that it is Johnny Thunders struggling with a frozen turkey. This is the time of year when all the supermarkets give away free turkeys for a certain amount spent on groceries & he's gotten one, and he'll be damned if it gets the best of him. He's trying to navigate this glacial butterball down the sidewalk to somewhere(?), and the turkey is certainly putting him through hell. He continues sliding and stumbling on past the car, we say nothing, just gape at him and the turkey and watch him disappear down the street. Perhaps he turned the corner. I don't even recollect how we reacted, but it seemed more momentous than hilarious at the time. Eventually he played a set that evening once he got his shit together - it had taken a LONG while, but once he could stand and get in front of the mic, Thunders was good to go. Usually really good to go, once he got onstage.I miss his performances as well as his antics. He was so much more interesting than anything in the tabloids nowadays. Wanna pay homage to Mr.Thunders/Jaywalk/Volume/Genzale? Go to the Johnny Thunders Fan Forum or check out some of these galleries. RIP sir, July 15, 1952- April 23, 1991.

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I once saw Johnny play at the Nightshift Cafe, a remarkable small music club in a strip mall in Naugatuck, CT. It must've been 1989 or 1990. That night he had trouble staying on the stage. He kept wandering off, mid-song, to smoke or whatever. The band was obviously used to this, but the blonde backup singer (don't know who she was) tried to keep singing and encourage him to come back, "c'mon, Johnny, come back to the stage..." Finally, he just came back up with joint in one hand, what I seem to recall was a White Russian in the other, and continued to sing. It was so pathetic, yet so amazing in some ways. He never gave up, that guy.

[Will Rodgers]

Thanks for the great story. I think of Johnny quite often and wonder "what if...".

[Harry McLeran]

I met Johnny at a now defunct Manhattan club called Spo-Dee-O-Dee, or something like that. He was hanging out with Sebastian Bach. Both of them were very nice.

[MG196]

I'm one of the Mods at the Chatterbox forum you mention above. Thanks for the shout-out and the story!

[Will]

I remember Johnny. He was some baseball player. The last time I saw him was at his sister Mayann's wedding reception at Knights of Columbus on 31st Avenue in Jackson Heights (a/k/a East Elmhurst). His mom, Maryann and his mom, Josie, lived in the basement of my family one family house. This old, retired cop who lived next door used promise t Richie Flynn, a kid from down the block "to beat up the ginnie [Johnny]." I think Johnny polished him off everytime, and Flynn never got any dollars. The last time I saw Johnny at his sister's wedding reception at the K of C in queens, he had a stratocaster and was going play for the reception. I don't remember what happened after that. I may have split. Johnny died in '91 and so did my very good friend songwriter Doc Pomus. Funny, Johnny performed and recorded several of Doc's songs ("Seven Day Weedend"; "Little Sister"...). Doc also died in '91. Funny, huh?

[Will]

Redux:
I remember Johnny. He was some baseball player. He was a good kid, two years older than me. But I think he was also a bit of a sad kid. At least my mom and dad used to feel bad for him. The last time I saw him was at his sister Mayann's wedding reception at the Knights of Columbus on 31st Avenue in Jackson Heights (a/k/a East Elmhurst). His mom Josie, Maryann and he lived in the basement of my family's one family house. This old, retired cop who lived next door used to promise Richie Flynn, a kid from down the block, a dollar "to beat up the ginnie [Johnny]." I think Johnny polished him off everytime, and Flynn never got any dollars. The last time I saw Johnny at his sister's wedding reception at the K of C in queens, he had a stratocaster and was preparing to play for the reception. He had on a sharkskin suit. I don't remember what happened after that. I may have split. Johnny died in '91 and so did my very good friend, songwriter Doc Pomus. Funny, Johnny performed and recorded several of Doc's songs ("Seven Day Weedend"; "Little Sister"...). I understand that Willy DeVille, one of Doc's writing partners found Johnny's body in N.O. Doc also died in '91. Funny, huh?